Ted: What the hell?
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl: Do not talk to her.
Ted: What... What... Who are you?
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl: We are 20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl.
Ted: But there's two of you.
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl #1: Right, because if you go over there and you talk to her, 20 months from now, it's gonna end in one of two ways. Either you are gonna get sick of me.
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl #2: [sobbing] I made you muffins because of your nickname: Muffin.
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl #1: Or... I am gonna get sick of you and your stupid habits. Stop DVR-ing the news. You're never gonna catch up.
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl #2: Oh, stop it, you're scaring him off. By the way, I'm pregnant.
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl #1: No, she's not.
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl #2: Okay, no, I'm not, but that made you happy for a second, right?
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl #1: Please shut up.
Ted: Okay, wait, so you're saying it's doomed completely? One of us is just guaranteed to get sick of the other and call it quits?
20-Months-From-Now-Coat-Check-Girl #1: You've been dating for a long time, Ted. Has it ever gone any other way?